The day before my race was the Triathlon expo. The whole day was one giant stress ball.
Saturday morning, I woke up with incredibly sore shins and thighs due to a 3 mile hike I made on Friday...in high heels. Ouch and Dumb. Steve was out on an 80 mile bike ride and I was planning to go to triathlon expo to listen to all the speakers. I'd read a lot about tris and I trained, but I haven't had anyone to ask questions.
My plan was boogered when Steve called needing ride home because his bike wheel broke. Normally, if one of the cyclists needs a ride, I'm happy to drive the sag wagon. But this was my one day to absorb everything I possibly could to prepare me for my race.
To fetch Steve, I made a 70 mile trip in our beater pick-up with no AC. It was hot in there with my temper and stress just boiling. Poor Steve dropped me off at the Expo and headed off to continue his misadventure. In the 3 mile drive home, he got a flat tire. He changed the tire, only to find out the spare had a small leak too. He had to walk his bike home for about a mile and a half. A broken bike wheel and 2 flat on the truck - it just wasn't his day with wheels.
I was finally at the expo where I learned that everyone else had a wet suit. Everyone. On the race website, it said wet suits weren't needed. And I believed them. Liars! When I told people I wasn't wearing a wet suit they told me I was brave. I wasn't brave; I was gullible.
Luckily, I got some really good advice from the Tri Club of San Diego. They quickly taught me how to layout my gear and how to transition efficiently. I'd read most of this stuff, but having someone review it was incredibly helpful After the Tri Club people set me straight I felt nervous, but okay. Thank you Tri Club. (Really, I love you Tri Club. Call me.)
Saturday night, I got to hang out with my friend Debbie and some of her friends. Debbie is one of my original TNT teammates and a bunch of women at the party had done tris. They managed to dump some additional information into my head. I felt like I was cramming for an exam and hoped to absorb enough information to pass.
When I got home, Steve was thoughtfully working on my bike. Taking care of my tires, putting on a bike pump. While he got my bike ready, I practiced my transitions. Finally, I loaded my gear and my bike into my car. Then set my alarm for 4:03 AM and collapsed into bed.
(Next entry...the big race day!)